Hunting Buffalo Lyrics

Misty mornings when we ride

In a gorge the sleeping herd will lie

Mossy lairs where prairies sing

With our breath held silent on the brink

Follow tracks from rolling plains

Spiky grass and wild furry manes

Scout shouts out they're below

Soon the crunching sound of hunting buffalo

Loaded guns and arrows pointed

Carts encircle camps anointed

Shots ring out and startle many

Stampede bursts a thunderous frenzy

Bulls bellow on trampled dead

Ripped on sharp horned thrashing jerking heads

Gored and tossed through whirls of dust

Hunters chant and force a final thrust

Wives and old men's carts are squeezing

Crammed with meat ends hunger, furs end winter freezing

Now these are the days of old

When we were ever hunting buffalo

We gave thanks in days of old

We're forever hunting buffalo

We gave thanks in days of old

We're forever hunting buffalo